Love Poem by breanna givens

What is love but an enemy to all that undergo its treacherous distress,
A disease that poisons the mind of an everlasting progress,
Why must we experience a spiteful sentiment that only breaks us down with tears?
Making everything you once believed it nothing as it appears,
Who says you need Love to get through the tribulations that may come?
And when will we finally have a chance for freedom,
Love taunts you and haunts you with no hope for a break,
It prepares you but only for a heart it plans to take.

By: Breanna Givens